All I see is black.
I toss and turn as though I'm having a heart attack. 'I don't want to go! ! ' I scream and I shout, it will be a dreary day, this I do not doubt. I hear a voice from across this bleak room. Is this the voice of my soon to be doom?
All I hear is black.
The voice is feeding on my soul like a light snack. The voice is scaly and consumed with hate, it's melancholy, and sad, and I can relate. It's dragging me down deeper and deeper, it's locked me up and now is my keeper.